As Harriman retreated, an old man in a white robe came up again. His eyes swept across the audience. After the atmosphere became quieter, he began to announce the rules of the martial arts meeting.
"A total of 32 samurai participated in this martial arts meeting, divided into 16 groups for the first round of elimination. The loser was judged: no ability to fight again or voluntarily surrendered. The martial arts will end, if there is serious injury, disability or death, etc., It is up to the trial team to decide and punish." The old man glanced lightly at the trial team below the stage.
The leading Galen nodded calmly, and the strong aura swept out, as if to warn the participating samurai, so that they don't mess around casually.
"If there is no objection to the participating samurai, then the martial arts will officially start. The first round will be Alex Herbert, against Kenny Morton." The old man just announced the first round of the match list, Taiwan There was a burst of discussion.
"It's actually Herbert? I remember last year's Wuhui, he seemed to have rushed into the top five, that terrifying guy... If there wasn't a knight from the Fearless Legion in the same period, he would probably rank higher. "An audience said.
"Don't make trouble, Morton is not bad, haven't you seen Demacia's black market martial arts competition? Morton had won the martial arts championship before." Someone immediately retorted.
"Hehe, how can that kind of black martial arts tournament that contains little gold and is not visible can be compared with this grand martial arts tournament."
"Don't quarrel, the game is about to start, don't you know who is good?"
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Amidst the discussion in the audience, two samurai who were fairly well-known in the eyes of the audience stepped onto the stage one after another.
Herbert is a man with a brown flat head. His flat head is neat and tidy like garden grass for daily maintenance, but with a touch of aggression, the roots stand upright and appear extremely public.
Morton is a lean and capable man. From the outside, he appears extremely low-key and introverted. After taking the stage, he has kept his head down, so that people can't see the fluctuations in his heart.
"The martial arts meeting begins!" As the voice of the judge elder fell, the two guys on the stage with diametrically opposite personalities showed off their weapons one after another and fought together.
"If I remember correctly, Herbert should be an exclusive knight of Demacia's border nobles. He was ranked 5th above last year's Wuhui. It seems that the difficulty of this year's Wuhui has increased by another. Level." Jiawen stood beside the royal seat, staring at the two fighting on the stage.
The two people on the stage have reached the breath of a brass 3-star warrior. This cultivation base is placed in the civilian and mercenary regiments of Demacia, and they are both at a relatively good level. The mercenary regiment of Demacia has been roughly It is estimated that there are 231 brass low-grade mercenary groups, and only 58 middle-grade mercenary groups that require 3-star strength to create. It can be seen that the three-star brass warriors in Demacia are really good. rare.
Moreover, one of the two is the exclusive knight of the nobleman, and the other is mixed in the violent and bloody black arena all the year round. The strength of the two is obviously not just as shown on the surface, but the cultivation base should be more refined. I am afraid that against the ordinary brass 2 star warrior, there is a big chance of winning.
Lu Chuan also looked up at the fighting on the court, wanting to learn some experience and skills from it. Each of the knights here represents the identity of the nobles of the Demacia Principality and the interior of the imperial house. Naturally, the strength is not comparable to those of the gangsters on the street. It is natural to be able to stand on it. Lu Chuan has not I am so arrogant that I can beat them with my eyes closed, so I can learn a little bit. Besides, I might be able to match them later. It is a good choice to find out their tricks first.
The first round of the game was extremely fierce. Herbert and Morton fought for no less than 20 or 30 rounds. Finally, after Morton seized an opportunity, he took out a close-fitting dagger and stepped forward. At Herbert's throat.
"I surrender." Herbert raised his hands up, but surrendered very simply.
"Kenny Morton wins!" The judge announced the result, which caused another round of discussion in the audience.
"I really didn't expect that the guy born in the black match would not be at a disadvantage in participating in this level of martial arts."
"Just kidding! Every time in the black match, people tie their heads to their waistbands. Is that fierce force comparable to this kind of knight who eats and eats with a salary? After all, the black match is not better than this. In the martial arts meeting on the bright side, are there fewer deaths on the stage?" A spectator who seemed to be watching the black games sneered.
At the end of the first game, the old man came up and announced the list of the second game.
"In the second round, Gary Solo played against Lu Chuan."
The old man's voice fell, and the discussion that broke out in the audience was better than the first round just now.
"Lu Chuan? What kind of strange name is this? Is it a wild boy from which country?"
"According to the gossip, the one named Lu Chuan seems to be playing as the prince Jarvan of Demacia." said an audience who didn't know where to get the gossip.
"On behalf of Jarvan? Are you asking him to come here to make fun? Just let Jarvan himself come in, and he may not be able to make it to the top five. The prince’s talent is really bad. It is rumored that the royal family spent at least more than 100,000 gold coins and smashed medicine. I smashed the skill book and asked Mr. Brogland to specially create a high-grade brass weapon for him. That Jiawen is only the strength of the brass 2 stars. I think even if I am replaced by me, I have been given a bunch of top-quality resources since I was a child. As of today, I'm afraid I have already stepped into the Silver Step." Some audience snorted coldly. Obviously, the strength of Prince Jarvan does not seem to be a secret among the people of Demacia.
"Shhh, keep it quiet. Jarvan is at the royal seat over there. He heard it. You don't know how you will die tomorrow."
"Cut, there is a ghost if he can hear it so far. Sending a guy with such a rustic name to the competition is probably just a cutscene and being killed by a spike." Despite this, the audience slowly closed. Mouth. Although Demacia's prince's talent is extremely poor, others respect him as princes. Once such a degrading voice enters the prince's ears, he may not be able to eat it.
"I'm here so soon." Lu Chuan muttered to himself, moving his wrists, and suddenly felt a glimpse of his sight. He followed the line of sight and suddenly realized that he had something to himself the day his party entered the palace. Solo, who was making things difficult, was staring at him with an arrogant smile on his face.
Lu Chuan directly chose to ignore it, and at the same time was blessed by the two chicks who came to him.
"Come on~ Lu Chuan, if you win, I'll kiss you~ hee hee." Ali chuckled, but Lu Chuan knocked on his forehead and became honest immediately.
"Come on." Jana, who has never liked expressing emotions, just said indifferently, but she looked at Lu Chuan with confidence in his strength.
"Brother, don't embarrass us." Timo said to Lu Chuan, narrowing his eyes.
"You are the least qualified to say that..." Lu Chuan twitched his mouth, and with the encouragement of a group of people, he slowly walked to the stage. On the opposite side, standing on the other side, Solo, who had been waiting in the same place, suddenly saw Lu Chuan come to the stage. He grinned.
"Last time, if it weren't for Master Lux, you would have died. I didn't expect you to be so unconscious this time, would you have to run over and die?" Solo sneered.
"I'm sorry, I don't have a good memory. The last time I fell on the ground and vomited blood, who was the one who knelt down and begged me to give me a way to survive?" Lu Chuan also smiled, but he smiled very cunningly.
Solo's eyes sank. Although he was shocked by Lu Chuan that day and vomited blood, he was obviously not as embarrassed as Lu Chuan said. He had never done anything to kneel down and begging for mercy. He was obviously slandering himself.
"Do you know what kind of opponent you angered? Stupid guy." With anger in Solo's eyes, he drew out the sharp saber around his waist.
"Coincidentally, my pig said the same thing." Lu Chuan's mouth widened with a smile.